The Arrow + 

I thought of your beauty, and this arrow, + 

Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow. + 

There’s no man may look upon her, no man; + 

As when newly grown to be a woman, + 

Tall and noble but with face and bosom + 

Delicate in colour as apple blossom. + 

This beauty’s kinder, yet for a reason + 

I could weep that the old is out of season. + 